Two, because the weeks grow longer.

One:
Origami Emotion
Elizabeth Barrette

Hope is
folding paper cranes
even when your hands get cramped
and your eyes tired,
working past blisters and
paper cuts,
simply because something in you
insists on
opening its wings.


Two:
from The New York Poem
Sam Hamill

...a mute sadness settles in,
like dust, for the long, long haul. But if
I do not get up and sing,
if I do not get up and dance again,
the savages will win...


I'll be back with a pumpkin ice cream recipe for you soon.